I watched as he sucked on a cigarette. I cleared my throat, "oh, hey Chase." He put the cigarette out, "I know you hate when I do that, but at least I'm not drinking; at the moment." He smiled sheepishly.
"It's alright, Spicer. But you look troubled." I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"I was thinking about the monks." He sighed. "I hate them, but they didn't deserve that kinda punishment."
Two packs of cigarettes a day That's the man he was,
The strongest whiskey
Kentucky can make
That's a recipe to put a vagabond
On his hands and knees
I watched it all up close,
I knew him more than most
I saw a side of him he never showed
Full of sympathy for a world that
Wouldn't let him be
Have you heard enough?
"Thank you, Chase." I looked up at the woman.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Spicer?" I inquired softly.
"You made my son happy. And for that I thank you." She explained, tears in her eyes.
What a shame, what a shame,
To judge a life that you can't change
The choir sings, the church bells ring
So, won't you give this man his wings?
What a shame to have to beg you to
See we're not all the same
What a shame
We sat under a tree his head in my lap. "The blue sky really pretty." He commented, smiling.
"There's a touch of grey for every shade of blue." I muttered.
"Huh?" He sat up, and stared at me.
"That's just how I see life. If there's nothing wrong, then there's nothing right." I shrugged, he nodded.
"Insightful." He said, kissing me chastely. I pulled him onto my lap, and kissed him harder. I slid my hand up his shirt. His watch beeped. "Damn, I gotta go. We'll finish this later." He smirked suggestively, then took off in his helepack. I teleported home, now I could read a little.
An hour later, Spicer called me. "Hello?"
"Chase (static) I…need…help (static) Wuya (static)" The line went dead.
I quickly teleported to his house. The lab was a mess, a worse mess than normal. "Spicer?" I called. No response. "Spicer?" Still nothing, I was getting worried. "Jack?"
There's a hard life for every silver spoon That's the man he was,
There's a touch of grey for every shade
Of blue
That's the way that I see life
If there was nothing wrong,
Then there'd be nothing right
And for this working man they say could
Barely stand
There's gotta be a better place to land
Some kind of remedy for a world that
Wouldn't let him be
Have you heard enough?
Mrs. Spicer sobbed next to me, but I wasn't going to cry. Not around people, when I was alone, maybe, but not now. "It's time for your speech." Mrs. Spicer whispered. I nodded and stood up.
What a shame, what a shame,
To judge a life that you can't change
The choir sings, the church bells ring
So, won't you give this man his wings?
What a shame to have to beg you to
See we're not all the same
What a shame
I took a deep breath. "God forgive the hands that laid you down. They never knew how much a broken heart can break the sound and change the season. Now the leaves are falling faster; happily ever after. You gave me hope through your endeavors. And now you will live forever." I turned and put a white rose in Jack's hands. "I will get revenge." I whispered. "And then I will join you. I love you." I returned to my seat.
What a shame, what a shame,
To judge a life that you can't change
The choir sings, the church bells ring
So, won't you give this man his wings?
What a shame to have to beg you to
See we're not all the same
What a shame, what a shame
'Cause we're not all the same
What a shame, what a shame
'Cause we're not all the same